My sister walks into the bathroom and catches me in front of the mirror, holding in my left hand a trophy that I once won for something not remotely related to acting, and a round hairbrush in my right, which is my serving as my makeshift mic.
She: Whatcha doing?
Me: Practising my acceptance speech.
She: What acceptance speech?
Me: I don't know. Just generally, you know. In case I win an award. Practising what I would say.
She: An award for what?
Me: An Oscar, an Emmy, a Golden Globe, Filmfare. I dunno.
She: Are you nominated?
She: Have you even acted in anything?
Me: Do the plays I acted in when I was in college count?
She: There's no milk in the fridge and your plants have all died because you've forgotten to water them.*eye roll* And you're my role model? Mom wants me to be more like you? *snort*